This Moment in Time……
~I want to remember how you had your last Primary Program and you sang a beautiful solo. So, so, so many people told me how beautiful it was. You are so brave. It made me cry because it was beautiful and I was so proud of you.
~I want to remember how sweet you are to me and how responsible you have been since I began working. You clean the house, have pedicures waiting for me and take care of your puppy. It breaks my heart when you are off school and I have to go to work. You, however, are taking it like a champ.
~I want to remember how you flooded the toilet and we (finally, finally) ripped out the carpet. Carpet doesn’t belong in a bathroom, so thank you.
~I want to remember how excited you are to go to your acting class. You love it. You love when the other students laugh at your performance. Again, you are so brave.
~I want to remember how you love to write stories. This is nothing new, but I love to watch you evolve as a writer. Your stories have dialogues now. They are funny. They are touching. You always end with a good message. You work on them every single day.
~I want to remember how you love to draw. Again, nothing new, but you are getting really, really good. It is a God given talent that you have and it amazes me. You love drawing Elsa right now and her hair and braid are done is such good detail and form.
~I want to remember how hard you think 6th grade is. It is the real deal. You recently told me, “I feel so much pressure, I am so overwhelmed and stressed out.” I have never heard you say that before. We cut everything out after school except acting because it was just too much for you. No volleyball and no more piano lessons for now. I listened.
~I want to remember how you think Primary is sooooooo boring now. I get it, I remember being 11 1/2 and being so bored in Primary and wanting to go to Young Women’s badly. It will be here before you know it.
~I want to remember how you now wear my shoes. Your wore my boots to church yesterday and when you couldn’t find your tennis shoes, I said, “here, just wear mine.” Weird.
~I want to remember how you love Hallmark Christmas movies this year. We have watched 5 so far and it is not even Thanksgiving! (those 2 days you had that nasty stomach bug we watched some)
~I want to remember how much you and your BFF, Kayla, laugh together. I don’t get it most of the time (which is normal), but you 2 are always laughing…..loudly.
~I want to remember how you love to play with your toys still and use that insane imagination you were blessed with. It is why when you ask if you can go play in your room for a while, I always always say yes. Even if your homework isn’t done yet, which I know will lead to tears later (and zero patience on my part), I know how important that time is to you and your soul. You need it to recharge.
~I want to remember how we just went winter clothes shopping and you still will not wear jeans or any pants that confine you. Nor will you wear henley’s because they are itchy. If any clothing rubs your skin the wrong way, you will get angry and have it yanked off as quick as possible.
~I want to remember how I just had your first 6th grade parent/teacher conference and all 3 of your teachers said you were a delight and sweet. Your grades were only so-so for the first time ever, but your teachers said that you try hard and stay focused. I always ask if you think you did your best and if the answer is yes, then I am happy even if the grade is less than I expect.
~I want to remember how you are going through a Spongebob Squarepants phase again. It has been a long while since we have recorded any Spongebob episodes, but lately that is the only cartoon you want to watch.
~I want to remember how good you are getting at rolling your eyes, stomping off and slamming doors. You are getting the hang of this preteen girl attitude thing. (bahahaha)
~I want to remember how you now sit in the front seat of the car. Weird.
~I want to remember how you can’t go to sleep without the same 6 songs sung to you. And a hug. And another hug. And how you hold my hand until you can’t reach anymore. It warms my heart.
~I want to remember your prayer in Primary on Sunday and how you specifically named the leaders names and thanked them for what they did during sharing time. Such a grown up prayer.
~I want to remember how my heart can burst with pride watching you in life right now. That same heart can burst with frustrations when you are sassing me. But, boy oh boy, am I proud of you. You do hard things. You are brave. You are sweet.
~I want to remember how I still want to be just like you.